A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at

was the one who picked the

building with windows that

feel comfortable drinking a cup of

if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made

had almost given

had lived two

was standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

like he had not heard

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

nose twitched when he heard

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

also her favorite food,” Mark

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook his

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

I better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have

from him and swallowed them without

and a nurse came in to help put on

Mark looked sideways at

got weaker and weaker until he

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

to Alexis. He

almost given up on

still alive. He had lived two months longer

with a glass of water and medicine

the medicine,”

he

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

when he

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,”

after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

began to fumble in his pocket for his

he stopped and shook his

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked sideways at the

weaker and weaker until he finally fell

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

Alexis. He dreamed

much

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

this Cecilia in his dream

in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

point,

of the hospital room were white, just like the

closed his eyes

needed to have

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his

gone to buy the

nurse

home. He missed his home so

the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with

couldn’t change anything

would never give up as long

he wouldn’t survive and have her back…

to stay strong and fight his

he was finding it difficult

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how

that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so

to go there because he missed

fingers trembled

back

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

paper planes and smiled at him,

have some of your pumpkin

only actually took

was not more than a

mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

his eyes and looked

back home and have a family

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

it was around

he looked at the caller ID. For

Edwin misses you,”

broke into

silly boy,”

It was an international call, so the signal

voice sounded

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to

to a girl that had been named

Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope you survive and

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

too much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and put

call, he never even dared

who had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and

and

great,” he said

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

agreement and began to stroke

fly back home to see Cecilia and their

Angela’s Library

a glance

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